He glanced down at himself with a firm grip on the crotch of his sweatpants. “Why are you so afraid?” I murmured. “I don’t… Want to…” He muttered. I had my hand on his broad shoulders, rubbing the smooth fabric of his shirt, back and forth.
He glanced down at himself with a firm grip on the crotch of his sweatpants. “Why are you so afraid?” I murmured. “I don’t… Want to…” He muttered. I had my hand on his broad shoulders, rubbing the smooth fabric of his shirt, back and forth.
